Month: October, 2013

by Bec Fary

Those dreams where it’s imperative you do something, but you’re in quicksand and everything moves so slow. Your limbs are pushing so hard, but they wo’t move. It’s like your body is disconnected from your will, your mind.

I dreamt I was at work, in the middle of a busy restaurant. Everything was the same as waking life, but stretched at the same time – extended and long. I don’t remember how I got there, but I ended up in a back room. I had to change my clothes, I guess I must have finished my shift. I was naked, surrounded by black and white clothes. I knew I needed to get dressed, but I was so confused. I didn’t know which clothes to wear or how to put them on. At one point I wrapped myself in a long piece of fabric so I could leave the room. I knew someone would find me, naked, if I didn’t get dressed quickly. I was so confused and embarrassed, but I didn’t know how to get myself out of them. I lay on the floor.

Suddenly it was light and I was surrounded by pillows. I remembered closing my eyes the night before, and then it was 8am. A man was sleeping in a large bed. It was my boss, and I realised I’d fallen asleep on the floor of his bedroom. He woke up, and I was so embarrassed and apologetic. But he said it was okay, that it happens all the time. I left quickly, and later in the dream I found a receipt in my pocket. It said $10 was going to be deducted from my paycheck. It was very formal, as if there was a system in place for this sort of thing.

by Bec Fary

Waking up in someone else’s house, there’s that slight moment of panic when you realise you’re in an unfamiliar environment. As you acclimatise, often waking up next to friends, a common thread of conversation is dream-exchange.

Bleary-eyed late on Sunday morning, here’s one of the dreams I was privy to:

I don’t normally remember my dreams but this one was so vivid: I got a call from the hospital: “You have to come in and do some tests.” So I went in, and as soon as I arrived back home I got another call and was told I had to come back straight away. They said I just needed more tests. Back in the hospital, I was wearing a gown and sitting in a wheelchair. Someone started drawing lines on my head. I started freaking out that I had a brain tumour or something. Then a maintenance guy put a piece of wood up to my head and started drilling into it. Then I noticed a nurse was sitting underneath me, beside the wheelchair. She had a wrench around my wrist and looked like she was trying to loosen my arm. I made an excuse to leave and went to hide in the bathroom. My mum arrived and started screaming and finding out what was going on. Turns out when I’d broken my wrist it hadn’t set properly so they decided to break it again to reset it in a cast. Their way of doing that was to distract me with the loud noises of drilling into the wood on my head, and while that was happening they’d break my arm without me noticing. That was when I lost my shit, I was so mad at them.